The Mic Drop Queen: My Unapologetic Rise

a walking, talking performance of a great love story born from tragedy. They held hands walking across the q

the parking lot. He was resentful, trapped by the lie he'd helped create. She was possessive and paranoid, constantly checking

as their problem. My life was m

ything, my father didn't rage. He just listened, then calmly said, "Goo

tions asked. "Buy the best paints, Chloe," she said over the phone. "And a

a launching pad. It reminded me that my value was never tie

stigious Albers Grant, a fund for promising young arti

ter, an em

the Albers Foundation, it is my

gnificant cash prize and a mentors

etter to the MFA program at Yale. It was

nished portraits, holding the acceptance letter

ebrating!"

ed me. By revealing his true character, he had inadvertently pushed me toward the life I was al

cholarship in jeopardy. Tiffany was alienating her soro

was